Blustered to life by the North wind
Through snows to the infirmary,
Carried home to crumbling cottage
Matchstick spinning top memory.
Ruffled though hand-me-downs
With siblings five plus eleven,
Held on tight to infant brother
Lying cold in unmarked heaven.
Veered on by the South winds
Dance Dave Clarke Rolling Stone,
It was but just a grain drop
As sands blew away from home.
Gentle swaying warm currents
Saplings soft in the warm breeze,
Toiling away in dirt and dust
Whilst your babies grew into trees.
Squally East winds batter
Dark waves crashing out the light,
Shouting silently upon the rocks
Downing into the starless black night.
Leaving them all leaving me
Down and down and swallow,
Only one way to deal with the pain
Sup, forget, pity and wallow.
Fresh blew the West wind then
And once more for a beat you were here,
Like trails of the prey bird flying
We held you close, we held you dear.
But you swooped on the current passing
Alighted on wings wide and strong,
You soared upon sunset magnificent
Leaving only the sweet echo of song.
Ronald Bernard Carpenter, April 25th 1947 – April 26th 2016.
Remembering on Father’s Day.